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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Monks,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.