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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Visage,
The Human League,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.