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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.