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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.