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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.