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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.