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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Echospace,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.