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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 Michael McDonald 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.