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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.