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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.