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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.