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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.