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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.