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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.