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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.