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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.