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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs 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?
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.