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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.