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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Faust,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.