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 Turkey and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.