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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.