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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.