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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.