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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.