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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.