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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 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 techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.