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 London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Can,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.