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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.