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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.