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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.