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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.