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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.