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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.