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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.