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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.