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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Kinks to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.