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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.