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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Stooges,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.