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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.