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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Slackers to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.