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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.