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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.