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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.