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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.