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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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.,
Nas,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.