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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Mars,
Cluster,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.