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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.