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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.