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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.