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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.