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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.