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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Wings,
Organ,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.