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 Peru 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.