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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
ABC,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.