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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.