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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.