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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Fear,
Ronan,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.