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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.