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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Nas,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.