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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Wings,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Q65,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.