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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.