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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.