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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.