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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.