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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.