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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.