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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans 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?
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.