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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.