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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.