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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Litter,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.