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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 organ 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.