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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.