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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 808 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 ABC 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.