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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.