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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.