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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Tres Demented to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.