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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slits to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.