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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.