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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Inner City to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Ituana,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.