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 Morocco and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.