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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.