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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
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.