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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
X-101,
the Slits,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.