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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.