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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.