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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.