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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.