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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
ABC,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.