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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Neil Young,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.