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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Roxette,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.