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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.