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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.