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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.