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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.