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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.