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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.