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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.