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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.