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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.