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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.