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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Gong,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.