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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.