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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 synthesizer 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Scion,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.