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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.