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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.