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 Congo 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.