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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.