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 Finland and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.