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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
X-102,
Model 500,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.