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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
X-101,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.