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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.