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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.