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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.