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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.