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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.