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 San Marino and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Roxette,
New Order,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.