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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.