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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.