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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Excepter to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.