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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.