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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.