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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.