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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.