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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.