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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Visage,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.