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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.