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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Television,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.