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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.