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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Gong,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.