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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
ABBA,
CMW,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.