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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Divine Comedy 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.