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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.