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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.