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 New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.