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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Japan,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.