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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.