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 United States and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.