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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.