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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.