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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.