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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.