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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
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,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.