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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Mandrill,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.