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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.