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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.