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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.