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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Audionom,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.