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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Crime to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.