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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Television,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.