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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.