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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.