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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.