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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.