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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Section 25,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.