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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.