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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Fear,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.