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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.