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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
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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.