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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.