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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.