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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.