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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 the Association to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Pole,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.