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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.