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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.