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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.