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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
X-102,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.