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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.