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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
MDC,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.