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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Joey Negro 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.