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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.