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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.