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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.