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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Vogues 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Ten City,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.