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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.