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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Fear,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Smog,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.