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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.