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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.