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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Modern Lovers to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.