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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Aswad,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
The Gories,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.