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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.