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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.