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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.