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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.