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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.