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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.