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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.