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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.