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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Niagra,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.