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 Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.