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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Can,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.