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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.