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 Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.