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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive 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?
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.