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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.