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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.