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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.