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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.