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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
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You don't know what you really want.
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