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 Croatia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Lyres,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.