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 France and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
X-101,
This Heat,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.