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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.