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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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?
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.