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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.