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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.