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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Pole,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
MDC,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.