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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.