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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.