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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Liliput,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.