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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.