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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Magma,
The Names,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.