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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.