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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.