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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.