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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.