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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.