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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Technova,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.