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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.