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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.