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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.