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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Mars,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.