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 Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Ronan,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.