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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.