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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.