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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.