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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.