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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.