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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.