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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.