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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.