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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Standells 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.