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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Hoover,
10cc,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.