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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
The Move,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.