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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.