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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.