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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.