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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Slave,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.