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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 The Doors to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.