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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.