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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Scion,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.