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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.