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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.