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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.