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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
MC5,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.