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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.