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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.