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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.