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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.