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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.