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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.