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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.