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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.