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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.