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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Jandek to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Organ,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.