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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.