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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.