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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.