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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
UT,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.