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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.