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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.