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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.