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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.