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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.