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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.