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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Cluster,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.