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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.