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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.