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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.