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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.