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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.