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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.