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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
the Germs,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.