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 .
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.