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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Television,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.