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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.