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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.