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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.