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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.