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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.