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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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-101 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.