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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.