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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.