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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The United States of America to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.