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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Visage,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.