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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.