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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.