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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
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.