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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.