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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.