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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.