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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
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.