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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
10cc,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.