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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.