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 Montenegro and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Cure,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.