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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.