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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.