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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.