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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Ten City,
New Order,
10cc,
World's Most,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.