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 Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.