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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.