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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.