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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.