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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.