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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.