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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
CMW,
UT,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.