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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Technova,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.