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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.