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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
DNA,
the Normal,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.