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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.