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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Ludus,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.