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 Turkey and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.