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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.