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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.