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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.