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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.