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 France and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.