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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.