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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.