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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.