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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.