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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.