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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.