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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 UT 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
The Litter,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.