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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Television,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.