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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.