Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nico. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.