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 Bahrain 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.