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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.