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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.