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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.