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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.