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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.