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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Can,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.