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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Organ,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
JFA,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.