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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.