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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.