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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.