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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.