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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.