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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.