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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 the Germs to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.