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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Brick,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.