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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.