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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.