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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.