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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Sixth Finger to the punk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
June Days,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.