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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.