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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.