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 London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.