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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.