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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.