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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.