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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.