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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Aswad,
Gong,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Josef K,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Model 500,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.