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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.