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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.