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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Fear,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.