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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
The Names,
Chrome,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.