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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Index,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.