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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.