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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.