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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.