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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.