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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Pole,
Pylon,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.