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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.