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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Wire,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
June Days,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.