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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
JFA,
Zapp,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.