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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.