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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
PIL,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.