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 India and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Index,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.