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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.