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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Monks to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
The Wake,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.