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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks 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?
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.