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 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Quantec,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.