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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Yaz,
Crime,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.