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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Shoche to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.