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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
the Association,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.