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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.