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 Cyprus 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
New Order,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.