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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.