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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Q65,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.