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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.