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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.