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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.