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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.