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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.