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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.