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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Television,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
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.