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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.