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 Austria and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
ABBA,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.