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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls 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?
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.