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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.