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 Costa Rica 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Ituana to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Wire,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Fear,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.