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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.