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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.