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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.