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 France 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Ronan,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.