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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.