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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.