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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Model 500 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
UT,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Index,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.