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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 theremin 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All New Order 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.