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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.