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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.