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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.