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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.