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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.