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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.