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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Wire,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.