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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.