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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.