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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.