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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.