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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Nas,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.