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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.