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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
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,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.