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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Names,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.