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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.