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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.