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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
The Residents,
Qualms,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.