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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Urselle,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.