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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.