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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.