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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Index,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.