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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.