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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonics to the disco 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.