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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.