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 Kuwait 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.