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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.