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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
the Association,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.