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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.