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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.