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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis 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?
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.