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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Ossler,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.