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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.