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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.