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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.