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 Burundi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Nico,
Swans,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.