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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.