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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.