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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.