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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.