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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.