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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Red Krayola to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.