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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.