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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Mars to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.