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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.