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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.