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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.