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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.