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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.