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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.