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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.