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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.