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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.