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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Pole,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.