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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.