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 Slovenia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.