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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.