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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
JFA,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.