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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.