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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.