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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.