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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.