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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Chrome,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Franke,
The Residents,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.