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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.