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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.