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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.