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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Unwound,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.