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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.