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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Index,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.