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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Toasters to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Mars,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.