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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.