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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.