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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
The Wake,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.