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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.