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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
MC5,
Darondo,
Technova,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.