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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Fear,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.