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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.