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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.