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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.