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 Burkina 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.