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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.