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 Denmark and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.