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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.