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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.