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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
CMW,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.