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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant 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?
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.