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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Gun Club 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.