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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.