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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.