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 Bahamas 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.