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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
CMW,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.