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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Brick,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.