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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
X-101,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.