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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.