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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.