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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.