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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.