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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Warsaw 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Visage,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.