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 Germany 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Slave,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.