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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.