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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
PIL,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.