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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.