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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Crime,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Nico,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.