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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.