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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Chrome,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.