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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 808 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.