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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.