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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
New Order,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.