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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.