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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Vogues to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.