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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.