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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.